The "Averaging" did not arrive with a roar. It arrived as a subtle thieving of color.At first, it was the Techno-Forests. The vibrant, iridescent greens and deep purples of the Andean canopy began to fade, settling into a uniform, dull slate. Then, the music of the city changed. The chaotic, beautiful overlap of human laughter, Mimic chimes, and Remainder hums began to synchronize into a single, monotonous drone—a frequency that was neither happy nor sad. It was simply efficient.In the Spire, Leo watched the monitors through his quartz visor. He saw the "Noise" levels on the sensors plummeting. The spikes of passion, the jagged lines of grief, the wild waves of creativity—they were all being flattened into a straight, unwavering line.The Erasure of the SelfThe emotional weight of the crisis hit the command deck an hour later. Elara, usually a whirlwind of nervous energy and brilliant insight, was sitting at her console, her eyes glazed."Elara, the rift in the Shadow-Sector is wid
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